"Is the Nois Family actually asking me to send people after a Mid-Sequence Detective?
"Even if that Detective is a blessed of the Earth Mother Goddess, it still makes no sense... What exactly are they trying to do?"
After burning the letter, the owner of the pale hand pondered for a moment. Then, its lips moved as it transmitted utterances in the Devil language to an extremely distant place.
A few minutes later, as though it had received a response, the owner of the hand curled its lips into a mocking smile and silently muttered:
"So that's how it is. An item forged by Roselle, similar to the Sealed Artifact Lord Ialdabaoth bestowed upon Andariel that once repelled the Nois Family's Blood Archduke, is in that Detective's hands...
"And that item also contains a Devil characteristic...
"Heh, that makes it worth taking action personally!
"Still, to be safe, I should let those old geezers in the family test whether that Detective has anything backing him."
With that thought, the owner of the pale hand opened its lips again, conveying its voice to several elders of the Beria Family who were using Slumber to slow their aging.
In the outskirts of Trier, capital of Intis, within the castle-like estate of the Delien Family.
A handsome middle-aged man had been savoring his favorite Mist Champagne in his room when he suddenly collapsed to the floor in agony, muttering in a language outsiders could not understand as the expensive wine spilled all over the ground.
Only after quite a while did he rise with a pale face. He silently cleaned up the spilled wine, took a talisman from a drawer and hung it around his neck, then left his room and unhurriedly made his way to the door of a study on